PatchworkSmith, Elder, 1879 - 234 páginas A commonplace book, prose and verse original and selected. |
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... face in that last agony on the cross , " when the meek Saviour bowed His head and died , ” praying for His enemies . ' He was the first true teacher of morality , for He alone conceived the idea of a pure humanity . He re- deemed man ...
... face in that last agony on the cross , " when the meek Saviour bowed His head and died , ” praying for His enemies . ' He was the first true teacher of morality , for He alone conceived the idea of a pure humanity . He re- deemed man ...
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... face . I know a woman , she is desperately ugly , as ugly as sin , and ( I venture to think ) almost as agreeable ; but she has big , bright eyes , and if it were not for those eyes her extreme plainness might never have arrested me ...
... face . I know a woman , she is desperately ugly , as ugly as sin , and ( I venture to think ) almost as agreeable ; but she has big , bright eyes , and if it were not for those eyes her extreme plainness might never have arrested me ...
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... face of the murdered monk looking up to his assassin , the horror - struck features of the flying priest , and the skirts of his vest waving in the wind . The shattered branches of the autumnal trees that feel the coming gale , with ...
... face of the murdered monk looking up to his assassin , the horror - struck features of the flying priest , and the skirts of his vest waving in the wind . The shattered branches of the autumnal trees that feel the coming gale , with ...
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... face turned back with a mingled expression of terror , shame , and unconquerable sweetness , and the whole figure shrinking into itself with bewitching grace and modesty . ' William Hazlitt . C. E. VON kleist . Kleist , the Poet ...
... face turned back with a mingled expression of terror , shame , and unconquerable sweetness , and the whole figure shrinking into itself with bewitching grace and modesty . ' William Hazlitt . C. E. VON kleist . Kleist , the Poet ...
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... face as I threw him the hen - coop . ' Then a person sitting opposite to Archer , gravely said , ' Are you quite sure Mr. ' Archer , you could never forget that man's face ? ' D ' I am quite sure of it , ' said PATCHWORK . 33.
... face as I threw him the hen - coop . ' Then a person sitting opposite to Archer , gravely said , ' Are you quite sure Mr. ' Archer , you could never forget that man's face ? ' D ' I am quite sure of it , ' said PATCHWORK . 33.
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acquaintance Admiral appear asked beauty began believe better birds bore called child church comes dear death door doubt England English expression eyes face fear feel fellow gave give gone half hand happened happy head hear heard heart hope hour human hymns interest Italy John kind known lady leave less light live London look Lord master meet mind morning nature never night once Pall Mall pass perhaps person picture poor Quaker reason remarked remember replied rest round Scottish seemed seen soon soul speak stand story sure sweet talking tears tell thee thing Thomas thou thought took travers turn walk wife wind wish woman write young
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Página 45 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 41 - Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
Página 45 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Página 40 - Had we but world enough, and time — This coyness, Lady, were no crime : We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Página 100 - Who is on my side? who?" And there looked out to him two or three eunuchs. And he said, "Throw her down." So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses : and he trode her under foot.
Página 12 - Except for love's sake only. Do not say ' I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day ' — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...
Página 172 - ... though the whole plant was not larger than the top of one of my fingers, I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves, and capsula, without admiration. Can that Being (thought I) who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after his own image? — surely not!
Página 41 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Página 11 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
Página 44 - To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances, which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; With sun and moon and stars throughout the year, And man and woman; this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talents.